[Note: This is a lighthearted, funny, absurd, parody-style supernatural story. If anything in the novel seems unreasonable, please don't take it too seriously. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. If it's not to your taste, please be kind. Thank you.]
I was born under a curse of misfortune. When I was born, most of the animals near our home died from bad luck.
Even my father got splattered with shit just going to the bathroom, and my master sneezed so hard that his dentures flew straight into our well.
That's why I've been socially anxious and rather withdrawn since childhood, and bad at talking to people.
After a while, when I was really hungry, even a female ghost looked pretty and charming to me.
